I have the same question about how many people she had sex with outside of work, because that's always where the numbers get fuzzy. I mean shit, I can't keep an accurate count and I'm not even to triple digits.

Yup.

But unless she was the world's least talented hooker, she undoubtedly didn't adhere to the simplifying assumption of only boffing each gentleman once.

I was getting strong Sedaris vibes from this. Anyone else?

hell, I apparently reek of animal magnetism. I've rarely met an animal that hasn't come up to me of it's own free will. some even decide they like me better than their owners. LOL The only time I can't stand it is if it's a larger hyperactive dog, esp now that I can't react as fast, anymore. (rheumy)

Holy shit that was badass. That fucking dog needs to be put down though.

My cat was like that. We were looking for a bonded pair (because I didn't want them to be lonely) but there were none. So we took a quick lap around the shelter and didn't really see any cat that grabbed us. As we were about to leave I heard this cat just meowing his fool head off. We went over and there was this…

"For proper balance, every man should have a dog to worship him and a cat to ignore him"

Must....not....dog.

Yet you still like Hootie and the Blowfish, which is so wrong. ; )

And you are looking for real scientists on....jezebel?

ZZoooooooooooommmmmm! (Did you see that? That was the bullet you dodged. It was a life destroyer.)

But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple."

I'm a time traveller...

a bit more discworld would be nice too

A lecherous man grabbed your ass and then you felt threatened by him because you are transgender? An angry man also = dead ciswoman.

"the schoolground bully"

The chance that all of the 12+ allegations are false is soooo slim that mentioning that is pretty much gaslighting.

I hate to +1 this, and I am only doing so not because I support the hell you're living in right now, but that someone in those dark places may see your final paragraph and get the help they need.

She wasn't in the wall. She'd slipped back into her native tenth dimension for further instructions and training, as all cats do from time to time.